(Dove)Fingers be pointin, and leakin falsifyin the stinkYou think I'm pink I bl-l-link with them shades of thought and think(and in this corner be the hush) so play on William RhodesCause at the sound of the bell my circle square controlsAnd all MC's best sweat, we bringin buckets of heat

(Pos)So don't fret kid I let you lick the love I secrete, yoEven my foes give me bravos, and that showstotal domination in this rhyme complication

(Dove)Yeah the skill is a cinch I rock the womb with a micand in the days of the nickel and breast, I knew de yes yes y'allinwas the callin, clearly not for the gatFor combat, I bring a bag of my rhymes for the SAT

(Pos)I'm Plug One-of-a-kind, for you people's delightAnd for you sucker MC's, step to your kneesAin't no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from OrionI can tell that you a devil by them rhymes you're designinYour play doggin tactics can't fuck with my facetsJust because you talk all that glock shit don't mean you can rock shit!Your identities on freezeJust a form of protozoa tryin to cross them seas

(Dove)See high horse riders gettin shot by the sheriffCause nobody's safe for crimesAnd even all you skirts need to checkin in your upstairs atticCause Mase is smackin hoes if hoes is startin static

(Pos)Now it ain't all good when your jam goes woodSo as a deterrant, I use mental currentGot them brothers shook, peep the look comin out of the faceCause they all catch a bruise from the hits we make

Your fame and cars should be listed as magnetsLegends never die but they can get shot and killedAin't nuttin glitter when you're battlin MC's you once imitated in a mirror so to down syndrome you kneel

(Dove)The same status I heard, the same nothinMy ears fears the faulty locks tryin to lock down the stopsbut I earn more than your Menudo or your Boyz II MenWhile down syndrome keeps you immune to frequencies I sendFresher than a sniff off havin them J in fifthI identify with your rhythmbut I exist for more than just a Benz, so mendsI'm cuttin off my friends to keep a smile calicum iron grain

(Pos)Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son)I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast toPlug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jiggaSo when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til DecemberI'm a member of them kids from the inner cityGiving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for makingmore money than a pagan holidayNot from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say

(Dove)Say what man? You gritty like a diamond grenadeFor the cameo spot you tries to fool ParadeYou acrobats flip the star gazin map, for alla thatyou'll be the first to place, and ran it all to a wasteAnd all the style that you bring (gotta make decks bend)You gotta rip it from the start (when the beats come in!!!)